Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Where ever Flo wants to be, she is. What ever Flo wants, she gets. She is the master at getting her way.

When she wants to sleep with us, she steps onto the bed and plops over on top of me. Gravity eventually brings her back in touch with the bed leaving me a total of six inches to sleep on. Likewise on the couch. I may have a small portion in the corner, but her favorite place to lay is right in my lap.